Social Death Quotes

for some people life outside the spotlight is death.

He who lives only for himself is truly dead to others.

A person dishonored is worst than dead.

There are three deaths. The first is when the body ceases to function. The second is when the body is consigned to the grave. The third is that moment, sometime in the future, when your name is spoken for the last time.

There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.

He that hath lost his credit is dead to the world.

If all people became ghosts my social life would be so over" - Suze Simon in the Mediator

When a person go to jail, what people don't realize is you're alive, but you're dead to the world. People forget about you. When you go to jail, you're a story.

The prejudice surrounding AIDS exacts a social death which precedes the actual physical one.

Throughout evolution, ostracism was death indeed.

If even dying is to be made a social function, then, grant me the favor of sneaking out on tiptoe without disturbing the party.

A man who is dishonored is considered dead.

He that tears away a man's good name tears his flesh from his bones, and, by letting him live, gives him only a cruel opportunity of feeling his misery, of burying his better part, and surviving himself.

Human societies, like human beings, live by faith and die when faith dies.

Widespread violence now functions as part of an anti-immune system that turns the economy of genuine pleasure into a mode of sadism that creates the foundation for sapping democracy of any political substance and moral vitality. The predominance of the disimagination machine in American society, along with its machinery of social death and historical amnesia, seeps into in all aspects of life, suggesting that young people and others marginalized by class, race and ethnicity have been abandoned.

Trump is the hyperventilating yellow canary in the coal mine reminding us all that social death is a looming threat. He is emblematic of a kind of hyper-masculinity that rules dead societies. He is the zombie with the blond wig holding a flamethrower behind his back. He is the perfect representation of the society of spectacle, with the perverse grin and the endless discourse of shock and humiliation.

As long as I am nothing but a ghost of the civil dead, I can do nothing.